I'm just an ordinary girl really
from peoples point of view. They only see what I want them too see. They don't understand what I do at home. At night when its pitch black in my bedroom and I can't see a thing. I'm lying here. In my bed, its cold, its always cold in my room for that matter. We can't afford heating, for me or my little brother. I lay here in the dark, shivering with only a thin piece of sheet too keep me warm on this winter night. I feel the tears roll down my face, then slide down my neck like a slow waterfall and then starts to speed up. I lay her, crying, trying to wipe the tears away, but they keep coming. I look at my wrists and then just burst. I try not too be loud, I couldn't wake my brother. There was just one wall between our tiny bedrooms and I knew if he woke up he wouldn't sleep for the rest of the night. Yes, I had cut before. And I may do it again. My life sucks. I know, I have a roof over my head and a loving family..but that's not the case. My so called parents, aren't my parents. I'm a foster child which somehow makes me even more of a loser then I already was. My foster parents have been with my brother and I for two years now. after about a year they started too beat me and Nate, my brother. He's three years old and doesn't understand much. I'm 15 and my name is Daisy. My foster dad is an alcoholic and probably had been since the start of his teenage years. My foster mom on the other hand is full of herself. It bothers me. Alot.